“Good morning, Aiden,” she would say while opening the curtains to let sunlight fill the room.
“Look at that sunshine, it is a beautiful day waiting for you.”
She would sit beside Mason and gently move his fingers while speaking softly.
“Mason, today we are listening to music your mom probably loved,” she said one quiet afternoon.
She sang softly while guiding them through their physical exercises, turning routine movements into moments of connection.
She told them stories, asked them questions, and spoke as if she truly expected answers from them.
Daniel watched everything through the cameras and found himself unsure of how to feel about what he was seeing.
On one hand, something seemed to awaken inside the boys, something that had not been there before.
On the other hand, he felt like he was losing control over the structured environment he had built so carefully.
Music filled the house when the therapy schedule said it should be quiet, and Sofia’s methods did not match any medical manual he had studied.
Sometimes the boys even laughed, which felt both comforting and unsettling to Daniel at the same time.